Waiting, Waiting

I stood alone in darkness
Where there were no stars;
No light to see.
Where there was no hope;
No heart to beat.
I found everything broken;
Within me; around me.

While I stood there, waiting in the darkness
All I could feel was pain and sorrows;
All I could hear were anguished cries and laments.
I didn’t want to feel, didn’t want to hear;
But I couldn’t run away.
I had to feel, I had to hear
for they were, a part of ME.

So I felt all the pain;
heard all the cries.
But then, after a while,
I couldn’t bear it anymore.
I tried to block out;
But there was no way out.

I called someone for help,
But none came, as ever.
So, I kept standing there;

With a bleeding heart, and a shattered soul
Waiting, Waiting
for someone to come, someone to heal me…

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F.K. Jadoon

F.K. Jadoon is a girl who likes to dream and her dream is to become a recognised writer someday. She has recently done her Honours in English Literature. She’s an avid reader of literature and is most likely to be found with her nose in one book or another or just writing away in her little diary which is always kept close to her heart. In a society where creative writing is mostly not considered a serious enough field, she has battled her way through a fair amount of grumbling, disappointment and being taken lightly. And yet, she has never let her inner fire die as she keeps on pouring the gasoline of passion and determination on the dying embers of her inner voice. She has succeeded so far and hopes to do so in future.

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